Lions Carved of Stone
<p>You must visit me one day on the edge of the universe, where I once was stranded in the metro, lost in a Rubik’s cube, in a honeycombed abscess of a crimson dawn, restricted parking and poetry.</p>
<p>In summer, we can dip our nimble toes into the water warm and gyrate in the amber sand.</p>
<p>Or when the chill arrives, we can plow through the snow and find the place where words go to play or die. I would certainly detest being a chapter just sitting idly by on a dusty shelf, unattended, unhandled, unloved.</p>
<p>Outside this place where volumes of scripted words abide, you will find a pair of lions made from marble, carved of stone. Their names — Patience and Fortitude — protract their beauty to behold.</p>
<p>They bring one inspiration to either sit outside or dare to enter their literary, hallowed halls. Trust me, it is here that the magic of words reside and enthrall.</p>
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